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shootingstars1400

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About shootingstars1400

  • Birthday 03/14/1994

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    Female
  • Location
    Denver Colorado
  • Interests
    Writing, Painting, and Creating music.

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  1. Life will give you the experiences necessary to expand your consciousness

  2. I hate myself for hating him yet I lack justification I treat everyone like my best friend yet I only feel isolation I talk too much Since I have anxiety And I have no friends Since I'm not fucking friendly Pain is my favorite teacher Daily he fills me hallow I stopped believing my preacher So in my soul I choose to follow Nearly daily I don't bother Explaining to my mother and father That I'm the next generation Of children without a heart though I take my lessons And I run with 'em I don't stop for nothin' more than a single breath And with that breath I'll release the smoke of my past er Floating in my sorrow and drowning in this thin air Follow my white ass down this rabbit hole Ignore the Pharisees and what they done to my psyche As the sun rises; tomorrow comes to a dull close Label us- the dying daughters of submissive lovely Aphrodite
  3. Can I open up to you? The can of worms sat undisturbed on the top shelf in your bedroom But can I speak with you? Words left undone I’m overrun Gold thread left un-spun What is there left to do? The spindle lays down useless; how could we get stronger through this? I deserve to know what the goddamn truth is Or what truth may be today- But tomorrow it may change The heart is clay (washed away) As you present your sins in chains to be slain Finally I state: “Don’t insult my intelligence- for I have felt more deeply than you ever have in your moments of weakness.” To that, what would you say? Clarity is the direct result of pain If I could I would sit down forever and watch you on replay Going away, slowing the day, dreams starting to fray Like you would give a fuck I must have been a tiny sliver of your life that you flushed down the pipe and refused to think of. I should give up- but damn. I guess that’s ok, I could give every piece of you away if only (if only) I didn’t Love Now begins the final verse of giving up, But I will sit on this stool and pour my soul into these six strings Write a song about destiny- the flame’s smoke hit my lungs on repeat Never felt more misunderstood-no clue how to handle such huge things The burden on my back is weighing me down relentlessly Single notes always lack when I’m drowning in this symphony But who cares? No, really- who gives a shit at all When we’re eye to eye in silence- waiting for the draw The trigger on your finger looks like it’s about to give A moment from the end of a life that has not yet been lived Stretch me ‘till the silence ends or until my bones begin to break Is this the theft of mortality- or the final “Give & Take?”
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